Under the guidance of Lanshan Valley, Fang Yan helped Lu Chaoge into the Lanshan box.
The old man in sunglasses raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw Fang Yan, and his expression tensed up.
General Ling sensed the unusual expression of the old man next to him, glanced at him from the side, and then shifted his gaze to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan helped Lu Chaoge sit down, took the initiative to greet the old man in sunglasses sitting opposite him, and said, "It's been three years since we last met. Are you still in good health?"
"He's doing fine," the fisherman said. He looked at Fang Yan and said in a sincere and caring voice, "Is your grandfather in good health?"
Fang Yan laughed and said, "If you want to know whether he is in good health, why don't you go to Yanziwu and have a drink with him?"
"I don't dare to go." The fisherman sighed softly. "You know your grandfather's temper. If I go, he will definitely scold me. I have lived for so many years, and this is the only face I can use to fool people. If it falls on the ground, how can I pick it up?"
"Besides, your grandfather doesn't want to see me now. Old Fang has always been strong-willed and always likes to compete with this and that. He is in his twilight years, but he has to wait for someone to send off his child. He must feel bad. Why should I go over and stab him?"
Fang Yan looked solemn, showing unprecedented respect to the fisherman, and said, "You are my grandfather's old friend, and you old friends know him best. My suggestion was too frivolous, please don't blame me, old man."
The fisherman waved his hands and said, "Don't blame me. If I wanted to blame him, I would have done it a long time ago. We each have our own positions and serve our own masters, so we won't quarrel when we meet. When I feel that I am about to leave, I will go to see Lao Fang, have a good drink with him, and listen to his scolding - that's when I will be truly happy."
"I hope that day will come later." Fang Yan said with a sincere blessing.
Although his own ministers were fighting fiercely with the enemy, General Ling did not seem to be jealous at all.
He listened to the conversation between the two with great interest, as if he were one of them.
Lan Shan Gu also felt that the atmosphere was really strange, but he tried to keep a low profile and reduce his presence. He just invited the beautiful lady in palace dress to brew a pot of Longjing tea, and then said to Fang Yan: "Young Master, I will go out to entertain you. Can we have dinner here tonight?"
"No thanks." Fang Yan refused. "If I eat here, you have to sit with me. If I'm busy eating, I'll feel disrespectful to you as the host. If I keep thinking about what to say to you, the meal won't go smoothly. There's some leftovers at home, I can just go back and cook a couple of dishes. We won't eat out. You don't have to leave, just be a witness next to me."
Lan Shan Gu nodded and said, "The young master cooks for us personally, which is very romantic."
Fang Yan wouldn't let him leave, so he had no choice but to find a corner to sit in.
General Ling looked at Fang Yan and said with concern: "The fisherman just said that the old man dies the young man, which is the greatest sorrow in life. The dead are gone, and the living are like this. Don't be too sad and ruin your life."
Fang Yan's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked at General Ling and said, "It is indeed a sad and desperate thing. The kind of feeling that you clearly feel that you can control everything, but you can only watch your loved ones die tragically in front of you - if possible, I hope that this kind of thing will only happen once in my life."
"What I've experienced has been experienced by others before, and someone else will experience it in the future - it's either someone else or you. Destiny is really magical. Once the sickle in the hand of the god of death touches you, you can't escape or hide. So, living like this is only one aspect. The key is to accumulate virtue and do more good deeds while you are strong and alive. If you do too many bad things, the sickle of the god of death will naturally hook your neck."
Fang Yan pointed the finger at the general through his own experience, saying that those who do evil will eventually perish. What happened to me will also happen to others, and such a tragedy will never be the last time it happens.
If the Jiang family doesn't know how to stop and keeps doing such immoral things, the scythe of the god of death will definitely stretch out to your neck. By then, it will be too late even if you regret it.
The general nodded in agreement and said, "That makes sense. Filial piety, brotherhood, loyalty, faith, propriety, justice, integrity and shame, without any one of them, it is difficult to support the character of a human being. Accumulate more virtues, do more good deeds, do fewer bad things, and you will live in peace at home and abroad."
The general's order also fought back without hesitation. The implication was that if Fang Yan had not done so many bad things, no one in the family would have died tragically. If he continued to act recklessly this time, then the family and the outside world would still have trouble living in peace.
Fang Yan was threatening General Ling, and General Ling was also threatening Fang Yan.
The moment they came into contact, they were on edge.
Lan Shan Gu wanted to stick his head into his crotch. He once again regretted why he was sitting here, why he didn't pretend to be dead and go to the hospital, why he didn't say that he had his period and needed to change his sanitary napkin, even if he was beaten on the head with a stick until it bled, it would be much more relaxing and enjoyable than sitting here and watching Fang Yan and Jiang Junling stab each other.
Lan Shan Gu felt that he was really pitiful!
Fang Yan held a cup of Longjing tea in his hand, looked at General Ling and said: "If I were you, I would not be so foolish as to provoke a powerful opponent at this time------"
General Ling looked at Fang Yan calmly and said, "When friends come, we have good wine. When enemies come, we have hammers. I can tell whether they are friends or enemies. "
Snapped!
Fang Yan raised his hand and poured the Longjing tea in the cup towards General Ling who was sitting opposite him.
Whoosh----
The tea was like an arrow, piercing towards General Ling's face.
The old man in sunglasses moved like an eagle. He swung his wide sleeves forward and took the cup of Longjing tea away. Not a trace of rain was seen.
The general remained seated without any panic or anger, just like an emotionless stone Buddha.
The old man in sunglasses was concentrating and on guard, but Fang Yan did not take the next step.
The general looked at Fang Yan and said, "Such an insult is meaningless."
"Even you said it was an insult, which proves that this behavior makes you unhappy. I'm not very successful, but I'm very happy if I can make people I don't like feel a little unhappy." Fang Yan said with a smile. "Tell me honestly, are you unhappy?"
The general nodded frankly and said, "It's not just a little bit unpleasant, it's quite unpleasant. No one has ever dared to throw tea on the faces of family members. In the eyes of the old man, such an insult is very serious and must be paid with blood."
"That means I have to be more careful when I go out next time?"
"Just take it as a friendly reminder." General Ling looked at Fang Yan and said, "I sincerely wish your family peace."
After hearing General Ling's threat again, Fang Yan couldn't help laughing and said, "You must have heard this saying, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. We have experienced it, so we know how painful it is to lose a loved one. After knowing this, we hope that the feeling will not fall on us again, but on others. For example, those who are determined to kill us. General Ling, do you believe it? I am not afraid of breaking your neck."
When Fang Yan said the last sentence, the smile on his face had long disappeared, and his voice was emotionless. His clear eyes became deep, and his pupils turned a startling red.
At this moment, Fang Yan was filled with murderous intent, as violent as a victorious general who had just slaughtered thousands of enemy soldiers on the battlefield.
Such murderous intent could not be suppressed even by Taiji.
Such murderous intent cannot be cleared even by my Heart Purifying Mantra.
The expression of the old man in sunglasses changed again, and he sat up involuntarily, moving to the side of General Ling to avoid being caught off guard by Fang Yan's sudden attack.
The old man in sunglasses looked at Fang Yan and said angrily, "How come you can make Fang's Tai Chi smell bloody? Your grandfather wrote to me before, praising you as a martial arts prodigy that is hard to come by in a century. You really lived up to everyone's expectations and realized the heart of Tai Chi at such a young age. Not only the Fang family, but all the famous Tai Chi families unanimously believe that you are the master of Tai Chi's revival. But look at what kind of boxing you are doing now? What kind of intention are you practicing? Are you planning to take Tai Chi down the wrong path?"
Fang Yan knew that the old man with sunglasses was truly doing this for his own good. Elderly people of their age still had strong feelings about the great cause of reviving their country and the world.
Fang Yan grew up in such a family, and inherited this kind of emotional cognition subtly in his bones.
The red in Fang Yan's eyes slowly disappeared, and the anger in his heart receded. Only then was he able to speak to the old man in sunglasses in a normal tone, saying, "I know that my training method is wrong, and I also know that I am going down the wrong path - but I really have no choice. My heart is full of hatred and murderous intent. If I don't vent these, I think I will never be able to return to the right path."
"In three years, I have made no progress and my energy has not grown. Grandpa is also very worried about me. He has asked me countless times to let go of my hatred. How can I let go? How can I let go? The knot in my heart is not to be let go, but to be untied. The hatred is not to be let go, but to be repaid with a tit for tat. "
Fang Yan grinned at General Ling and said, "That's why I came out. I used my own way to untie the knot in my heart and let go of the hatred. General Ling, when I become good at martial arts in the future, you will definitely be my greatest benefactor."
"I can't bear it." The general said with a serious expression. At this moment, Fang Yan was like a mad dog in his heart, a mad dog that could pounce on and bite people at any time.
He somewhat regretted coming to Huacheng at this time. (To be continued)